“Vibrator.”
She pauses, a slow grin forming. “Hunter?”
My breath catches before I can stop it. “Prey.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, her grin widening. “Oh, Pip. You might like this more than you think.”
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Viv’s words are still running through my mind as I drop my house keys on the counter in my kitchen. I pour myself a glass of sauvignon blanc before heading up to my ensuite to shower. She had talked my ear off throughout dinner about this DystopiaNet chat site with two online forums: The Hunters and The Flock. Iunderstood it to be like a one stop shop for all your cat and mouse stalker fetish desires.
I’m absolutely blown away that there is a cyber world out there where this exists and anyone walking down the street could be on it.
She had disclosed, on pain of death, the guy she met actually owns the gym we frequent— Danny from Friday night. This got me thinking… if he’s on there, is it possible Grayson is, too? Does the god with green hazel eyes have kinks and obsessive desires that would make me blush and curl my toes? Is he a culinary delight of anything but vanilla?
Before I know it, my hands are traveling down my body through the soap suds. I caress my breasts, imagining him touching me with his large, bruised hands. Nibbling at my swollen peaks and gently sinking his teeth into my flesh. I moan, thinking about how his tongue would feel, lashing at my body and praising me with his husky voice. I imagine him forcefully turning and taking me against a wall, railing me while growling my name. Would he choke me? Would he say vile things to me to force my submission?
Heat pools in my core. My hands divert—one traveling up to my throat, imagining him having me in a chokehold—the other slides down my navel to the apex of my thighs. My fingers slide into my slit, seeking entry into my warm center. Arousal coats my digit as I pull it out and push in again… deeper. I explore myself and massage my throbbing clit with my thumb, thinking about how his tongue would feel as he brings me both pleasure and pain. The thought of him filling me and dominating me sends me toppling over the edge, and I cum, moaning his name.
What would Grayson think if he saw me now? Would he still think I couldn’t handle him? Would he entertain my darker desires? Possess me? Own me? Would he challenge my idea of a darker lust with his own?
The idea of being craved by him, obsessed by him. Chased down and consumed by him drives me wild, the heat building again between my thighs.
When I come down from my second orgasm and finish up in the shower, I quickly throw on my robe. Curiosity has gotten the better of me. I turn on my laptop and bring up the website.
Well… fuck!
So many stalkers to pick from. So many kinks to explore. So many people are seeking the thrill of the chase.
I take a deep breath and open up the link to create an online account, pausing a moment to think about the roles in a cat or mouse pursuit.
“Mouse… I’m definitely the mouse,” I mumble as I clickThe Flockoption.
Completing the application, I sit back with a dorky giggle, pleased with my creative attempt at a username: Pipsqueak.
My finger hovers over the enter key as I view my details, and without the rest of my body’s permission, it strikes the key.
Oh shit. I did it. I really fucking did it. Oh God…
I hold my hand over my mouth and look around my room like it’s full of Karens ready to pounce on me with judgement and dismay. Only, it’s just me. Judging myself. The nervous leap of faith into the unknown. The very kinky unknown.
The screen refreshes reading:
Post #2284 - u/Pipsqueak98
Title:Mouse seeks chase in Salem, MA[MLW]
TL;DRFull-time medical professional seeks thrill and excitement of stalker/prey/play from a strong, athletic man in his 30s.
Soft limits:knife play, bondage, breath play
Hard limits:blood, scat, watersports, figging
I exhale loudly; the deed is done. Now, I wait.
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